Luyện nghe bài hát Victory 2004

[P. - talking]
Ten
Yo the sun don't forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine
Better now than never, before pleasure
P. and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
And when you hear somethin, make sure you it right
Don't make a ass yourself by assumin
My music keeps you movin, are you provin?
You that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you me baby
It's ten years and we runnin this motherfucker

[P. + (Notorious B.I.G.)
Yeah! (one)
As we proceed to give you what you
(One, two...)
It's all up now
What the fuck y'all do now?

[50 + (P. Diddy)
Yo, yo, we can't stay forever (yeah)
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah)
G-Unit move around with them pounds and (uh)
Yeah faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryna stop me
I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", you sloppy
You know that I'm levels above you nigga
I'll plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
(what y'all do now?)
I'm the one to provoke
And on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is toast for these (that's right)
I got no friends, most of these cowards (that's right)
They pop shit 'til we start approachin cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
In the Comission, you ask for to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most
on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama waitin
Duct tapin, your fam
in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah)
Francis, M to the iz-H (uh huh)
Gun rest under your vest by the (yeah)
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few (uh huh)
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go)
Excellence is my presence, tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like (c'mon)
- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah)
action, guns, ridiculous (ridiculous)
And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you (uh huh)
Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I (c'mon)
Two auto-matoes, to call me fatso (used to call me fatso)
Now you me Castro, my rap flows (yeah)
Militant, y'all faggots killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it (yeah)
You in the zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold and say it like me
The most shady (most shady), Frankie (Frankie baby), fantastic
Graphic, to make dough, like "Jurassic"
"Park" did, quick to spark kids who shit (c'mon, say what?)
See me, me (yeah, I see you)
The Underboss of holocaust (let's go)
Truly yours, Frank

[Chorus - Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy
We got the real live shit from to back
To my people in the world, where the you at?
Where my is at?
Where my is at?
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?

[P.
Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay for long)
say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the (c'mon)
I'm happy Mason Betha's now preachin the (I see you Mase)
And I can see B.I. the Sean John (let's go Big)
Yeah right, is what "Life's After's" like
B.I. Frank White, "Bad Boy For Life"
No matter what the say we gon' prove
It ain't another MC could fill ya shoes
Cause Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got and villas
and what was me, I found out
other MC's been tryin to ya route (haha)
It's ill MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon)
Took "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right)
to the double disc (yeah)
Now they all spit, like all legit (c'mon)
Frank how we did it, go

B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy)
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon)
The in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah)
Senoritas, rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no (that's my name)
I'm the witty one (yeah), Frank's the from the Brook' (c'mon)
Matty broke the neck of coke connect (say what?)
No respect squeeze off 'til all y'all (uh huh)
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we (take that)
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the
bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you)
Niggaz step up, with Mase and 'em (yeah)
Placin in funerals, criminals turned aroused (yeah)
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. (woo)
wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman (c'mon), just betray men (yeah)
You screamin, I position,
Another day in the of the Comission

[P.
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo talk to 'em

[Lloyd + (P. Diddy)
I got a industry gangstress that and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her bitch she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the (uh)
So the spring break hoes, from college wanna fuck us (ha)
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm by the big screen (yeah)
And the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like part of ya religion (yeah)

- 4X

[P. Diddy - talking over

you at?
you at?
you at?
you at?
I told y'all, ten from now we'll still be on top
We've begun
you ... thank you
B.I.G.
Bad Boy
You know the

[Busta
Fuck y'all wanna do?